tongue scraper
laying on a skin of combustible fuel it serves as a means unto itself desire flings curls like pheromones to lick vowels and hormones in a throng of pleasure leaving it pulsating barebone on colder days it builds new hurts with monolithic mandibles sewing the mouth shut so captain can go down with ship I've heard it murmur soft on tear dropped expectations and quickly jockey into a mucus laced invective on the turn of a diphthong a carbine of consonants ready to cripple at its best yes love resplendent but there are other landing zones where thunder and hunger can render wonder asunder and create new purpose